I thought being an introvert would get me through isolation unscathed, but I dunno now...
I've been talking to myself for days, which is fine. Comforting even.
But yesterday I got in a heated argument with myself, and lost.
I still think I had a good point, but I was an asshole about it and had to apologize to myself. But I wouldn't accept it, and went to bed angry.
Now I'm not speaking to myself.
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Hey, Scott! Long time no lurk from me.
Your rocky relationship with your self brings to mind "Pat and Mike' and Pat's advice to Davie Hucko (adorable Aldo Ray).
If I were you, I'd take a good sock at myself. A few good socks, even! Poom, poom, poom!
Strange psychological formulations aside, how are y'all doing?
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